So this is in Karkat’s area of the meteor, the transportalizer locked to Karkat’s insignia. Karkat hid away a bottle of Faygo in his own area, in a chest only he has access to (unless the other trolls wanna walk for like five million miles I guess) and he has a Faygo, which he immediately drinks. I don’t think he would immediately and without any hesitation drink something that he genuinely found repulsive. I think this is Karkat enjoying something that was undoubtedly gifted to him by a very generous friend.
The last couple requests from that Kiss Night meme I did EIGHTY-THOUSAND YEARS AGO! Pale kisses on the palm and neck and fingertips, all of which are things I love. ^//u//^
bonus:
Me: *blows kiss towards the ocean* for the pale Gamkar submarine <>
“An incredibly sweet tale of pale romance happening in the most unexpected of ways and when you’d just about given up. Hemospectrum flip, candymaker!Karkat, tiny!feral!Gamzee, as requested on kinkmeme.
Hemospectrum flip, no SGRUB. Karkat is still considered a mutant anomaly, but general public opinion tends towards his mutation being considered a good omen of some kind. At nine sweeps old, he’s a very successful candymaker, and handles personal and official orders for Her Imperial Evanescence Aradia Medigo. Life is relatively smooth, and his vintage shitfits these days are mostly directed at improperly cooled taffy, incompetent help, and truly incorrigible customers. No quadrants filled for him – they always seem to either just sort of die out slowly and pathetically or explode, and besides, he’s content doing what he’s doing, right?Then, he starts hearing noises in his ductwork.That would be the feral tiny indigoblood.
So that humanstuck gamkar dream I had that curlicuecal wanted me to write fic for. I had no intention of writing it. …Guess how that turned out.
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When the phone on his bedside table rang, Karkat’s hand was on it before he was even half awake. The room was dark, only an edge of orange light from the streetlamp outside filtering in, and he knew without checking who it was.
“Gamzee,” he mumbled, “what’s going on?” Probably everything was okay, there had been tense moments before in the middle of the night because the idiot kept weird fucking hours and didn’t always think to check the time before calling.
No answer on the other end, just a wet sounding gasp, and Karkat was wide awake now.
“Talk to me,” he said sharply. “Are you okay?”
A damp sniffle was followed by, “Yeah,” in a shaky voice.
“You’re not hurt? He didn’t – “
“No, best friend, ain’t harmed, not a motherfucking touch.” A small unsteady laugh. “Fucking freezing, but not so much as a bruise on me.”
“Freezing? Gamzee, where are you?”
“Out,” he said in a tiny voice, “Karkat, I’m out, he said not to come back. Not ever.”
Karkat felt his stomach drop. Considering the circumstances, it shouldn’t have come as a shock; Gamzee had been expecting this for over a year now. “Fuck,” he said hoarsely, “that son of a bitch. Okay. Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath. “Are you outside your house? Is he still there, or – “
“No, bro.” The pause was filled with shaky breathing and the occasional sniff. “I couldn’t, I couldn’t stay. Said, he said I’m no blood of his, I don’t, I don’t fucking know,” his voice hitched and broke and Karkat had to close his eyes as Gamzee sobbed, distant on the other end. “Dunno what to do. Where the fuck do I go?”
“Here!” Karkat growled, then caught himself and lowered his voice to keep from waking the household. “Fucking moron, you come here. Now tell me exactly where you are so I can come pick you up.”
i think he forgives you gamz. but to be honest, you probably should have included things like, you know, treachery, throwing certain parties into lava, etc, etc, in your apology letter.
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